The House Of Immortality

Fair enough. But yeah, look and minimalism. I'll show you my example:


This is an example of minimalism which I've drawn. You see? No facial features! Heck, you don't even have to do the shoulders and neck, you could just have a blank, coloured-in face and hair and that, my friend, is minimalistic art, an easy way to draw and still be considered good

but i dont like dat ;-;

Well then you'll just have to keep on working on facial features, I guess.

I quite like minimalism :3 Especially in photograpy Anyway, I'll type up a post, linz

I jist like it because I can't draw detailed on my iPod, but minimalism? No problem! XD

Heeeyyyy

Hey Shadow! *Points upstairs.* Send Matio to his woman for some much needed kissy face! Then come back and tell me how you're doing

In case Linz comes back and needs a repost:

One of the first things I heard was the most annoying constant beeping sound in the history of annoying constant beeping sounds. My shut my eyes tighter, brow furrowing as I tried to block out the sound, but with my enhanced hearing and how close it sounded, that was clearly not gonna happen. I let out a slight groan, then opened my eyes to... A place I had never been to before, but recognised from the tv shows as a hospital. It's sterile smell burned my nose, the white walls dull and lifeless.

I tried not to focus on my surroundings too much at first because, even though I was curious, I knew something was up. Casting my eyes downwards, I realized what that thing was. My left arm and shoulder were in a sling. 'What the-? How the-? Rose!' I wasn't sure whether the snarl was in my head or whether I was really snarling out loud as I realized that the sling surrounded the same shoulder that Rose had attacked, implying that whatever had gone f***ed up with it was her fault. For f*** sake, there was nothing sexy about a sling! At least I wouldn't have to wear it long, I mean, I healed fast so I'd only have to wear it for a couple days... Right?

Taking my eyes off of the ugly thing covering my arm, I glanced around the room from left to right, first staring annoyedly at the beeping machine that wouldn't shut up, then letting my gaze wander to the little cupboard in the corner, the table with a jug of water and a cup on it, the small tv that hung above me on some contraption, the tubes stuck in my right arm, my girlfriend sitting in a chair beside me...

I paused on that last one, taking in her appearance. Holland had cleaned up now, though she looked pretty tired as she looked at me, the dark circles under her eyes making me wonder if she had been asleep at all since... Last night, or the night before, or whatever night it was when we rescued her - what day was is today, anyway? She seemed unharmed, not a scratch on her body and, most importantly, she was alive! Rose hadn't killed her, I hadn't failed in protecting her, my girlfriend was alive and breathing and I hadn't lost her! Relief welled up inside me and, despite the c***py situation I was in right now, I couldn't help but smile. "Thank God you're ok." I told Holland, my voice hoarse from lack of use as I carefully reached out with my good arm and slipped my hand into her's. And that was when I realized that, even though she physically looked ok, she might not've been ok at all, mentally. Worry and concern crossed my features at that thought, and I quickly added, "You are ok, right? Completely? You're not... You know... Still... The other person?" That was really the only way I could describe it, because the Holland who had been extremely mood to the point of becoming murderous wasn't my Holland, that was someone else entirely.
((Don't forget that Holland has to ask why Abby put herself in danger to protect her :3))

*is already at Anna's door, debating whether he should knock or not before Shadow does it for him,and places a bright pink bow on his head*

*zooms back down* ok, if we here laughter, I've done my job!

O.o O...k... *Is sat at her desk, brows furrowed in frustration as she stares at a letter on her desk. Even at the knock on the door she doesn't tear her eyes away from the piece of parcment.* Come in...

Candi: Staying in the B&B was a nice change. It was a lot different from sleeping in the car or camping out. The breakfast there was actually very filling! Both Ross and I had ordered a full English breakfast. I traded my sausages for my boyfriend's mushrooms. I loved pork and bacon and ribs and pretty much any part of a pig but sausages always made me feel sick. We drove for a few hours before stopping in a town. Ross and I took our guitars and went o the busiest part to busk for a while. For most of them I would just sing; he hadn't actually learnt a lot of songs together yet.

Back on the road, we had been listening to the radio for a little while. Songs that we didn't really know, but liked the sound of. I was figuring out where we were on a map while Ross drove. We passed a sign, which meant I was able to pinpoint our exact location. "Okay," I spoke as I turned the radio down so that we were able to hear each other without yelling. "We're about an hour and half away from where my dad lives. So we could be there by..." I checked my watch. "Quarter past seven." I contemplated my thoughts for a moment. "So we can either go tonight, or find a place to eat and just relax for the rest of the night. Your call."

*he slowly opens the door, awkwardly standing in the doorway with the bow still on his head*Anna?

How's you guys been? ^^"

Tired, stressed and depressed, you?

I've been good, except for suffering with monthly pains >.< How've you been?

*Looks behind her and her lips twitch into a tiny smile.* What's with the bow, Matio?

I think the clocks went back an hour O.o My iPod suddenly says it's 9:12pm!

Huh, same here scampi. School, or just life?

In the middle of the evening? O.o

*he walks in completely, and gives Anna a quick peck on the lips* I guess I'm um... your gift. Yeah...*nervously laughs*

Thought they go back on Sunday :/

Bit of both, mostly life though, you?

I have no idea, maybe my iPod's gone crazy. Maybe I've gone crazy.

*Takes off the bow and sets it down on the des.* I like the igft. A gift is probably what I need most right now. *Frowns, looking back to the letter and running a hand through her unbraided hair frustratedly.*

Ah, mostly school. But life is creeping in a bit.

Maybe try setting the time manually?

*he smiled a bit in a sympathetic manner* What's going on?

Wait a sec, before I do that, is it 9:30 for you, Scampi?

I have to go back to Arendelle No forever, thankfully, although I'm sure they'll try to get me to stay, but I have to plan Christmas festivities and New Years stuff. I'm ok with going back for a little while, I just... I always thought that I would go back to Arendelle with her and, well, I don't even think she wants to go back... And even if she did they probably wouldn't let her leave again so if she came back with me she'd probably have to leave everyone here behind and say her goodbyes and... Ugh, being royalty can be so frustrating at times >.< *Stands and wraps her arms around Matio, burying her head in his chest to block out the world for a moment.* And besides the whole Elsa issue, there's so much to do in do little time >.<

Holland: Even when Rose mentioned a hospital, to help Abby survive this brutal attack, I was certain I didn't want to go. I don't want to be in a hospital, nothing good ever comes from it. Not to mention that I looked like a crazed murderer, covered in blood and who the hell knows what. I really liked this shirt too, even if that was a silly thing to mention. I complied with Rose's demands though, helping Abby into a car and climbing in the back seat alone to think things over. I had gone on a rampage, no doubt the police were looking for me. I'd be locked up for good now, perhaps even penalized with death instead of life in prison. I killed two people, for no real reason. How was I capable of such ferocity? I had been a drug pusher, not a killer. My hands weren't dirty with the blood of people I've killed, though they probably helped plenty overdose with the sales. Now I wouldn't be able to get them clean. They were weapons, and I don know how I really feel about that.

We arrived at the hospital and Rose practically took over, escorting Abby into the emergency singlehandedly as I trailed along, still in a rather shocked state with myself. The officers took in my appearance and seemed curious, but they didn't approach. They simply assumed, at least I'm guessing, that it was Abby's blood. There's no way this much blood came from a shoulder wound but they don't know real medical ideals. I needed a change of clothes, a shower, and to get myself together before Abby was going to see me. I couldn't be even a resemblance of the monster unleashed on Seattle today. I had to be more, something human.

Once she was checked in and put on an IV, I took that moment to clean up the best I could. I was lured into the hospital showers, instructed to take my time, and left alone again. This lone state wasn't good for me I suppose, because I could think of nothing more than the faces of the people I singlehandedly killed today. I killed somebody, and I got Abby hurt too. I turned on the water, a scalding temperature chosen with hopes it would burn off the memories of today. Anything to help, no matter how bad it might hurt. I know it was selfish, but I sat on the shower floor and cried, if not for Abby but for myself as well. I had definitely screwed up, and the only reason I really knew why was because the voodoo woman. Madame Deruco had put some sort of curse on me, I knew this now. Whatever she had said in her efforts to make Tj pay for her early demise had taken me full force. I couldn't sit and cry forever though, so I finished the shower and put on the scrubs offered by one of the nurses.

Abby's room was still, terrifyingly so. I entered without a sound, and it seemed all sound was sucked out of the room anyway besides the beeping coming from the monitor. At least I knew she lived, and I hadn't completely ruined my life. Nor had I killed three people today. I sat in the chair beside her bed, looking her over with a frown of disapproval. I hated what I did to her, causing her to endure the hospital.

I had endured plenty of hospital time myself, especially when I was a child. My mother, her illness becoming increasingly difficult to manage, put me there numerous times. Whether it was the broken nose because I looked at her fondly, because she claimed she wasn't my mother, or the near death experience after she tried to drown me, hospitals often brought back a terror into my body. I feared being in my mothers shoes, taken away kicking and screaming as I denied the allegations of schizophrenia. Even more so now I believe I may suffer the same fate.

Abby woke with a groan, which soon turned into a snarl. I suppose she was fine then, just a little pissed off. When her eyes landed on me however, I felt like requesting she look away, I wasn't worthy of the tender feeling being recognized brought. I couldn't though, because she'd just deny my guilt and I needed to let this simmer a little longer. Beating myself up was the only real thing I knew how to do besides screw things up. Was I really okay though? She questioned it, and so the question echoed within me. I wasn't okay, I was practically breaking myself down internally. "I... I'm okay, Abby. I'm not that..." How do I even explain myself? She deserved a flat out answer, but I didn't want to admit my worry to myself out loud. "I'm better, I'm not that person anymore." I cast my eyes down to her hand in mine, sighing as I gave a gentle squeeze on her fingers. "Why did you... I mean, you got hurt trying to stop me when you knew I..." I lowered my voice and glanced up towards the redheaded, bedridden woman before me. "When you knew I killed people. When you knew I was dangerous, why did you try to save me?"

I suppose I am an introvert, but I prefer it that way. Just the same as I prefer you the way you are, socially aware and all. It makes up for my lacking in the skill of making friends. *lifts his hand from her collarbone and raises an eyebrow* Besides, I think I'd be a bigger hit making friends with the women on campus, and I don't wanna make you anymore jealous. What, with Tara already taking up some of my available friend time and you're defensive about her already. *smirks and looks up to the tv screen*

I was just on my way down, actually. I heard you needed to talk to me about something *notices the younger girl and crosses her arms over her chest, smiling* Is this a conversation about my replacement? I suppose she's quite the keeper by the looks of it... *approaches and holds out a hand, the other running through her hair* Queen Elsa, of Arendelle.


I'll type up that Ross reply now

*Reaches out with a shaky rubber-gloved hand and shakes Elsa's hand gently.* I-I'm Luna. Please, Elsa, I would never replace you with a child. This is Jack's adoptive daughter, the next female Picasso I guess you could say I'm babysitting ^_^ *Pats the seat beside him, on the opposite side from Luna.* Anyway, I'm officially inviting you to Thanksgiving at my mother's house. As well as Anna. And Matio... I guess trying to get you out of a crazy day at mom's sort of backfired ^_^"

Arendelle's getting along fine without her for now, but there seems to be a lot of uncertainty about the future; they're concerned about who's gonna rule if Elsa doesn't return, which I guess would be me, technically... Right now they just need me for festivities olannig? But I don't really want to go back by myself and just get smothered with questions and issies and work :/ *Sighs into Matio's chest.*

Did she really have to ask that question? I mean, wasn't it onvious? I guessed my face gave off an 'Isn't it obvious' vibe too; I could just about see it in the reflection of Holland's glasses. "Because I love you." I answered in an incredulous tone. And then I realized what I had just said. It was true and I really meant it, but in the moment I remembered that we hadn't even dated for too months. Gosh, I was rushing things. I was falling to fast and, well; look what happened last time I fell to fast. My gaze suddenly shifted to the bed covers, fraring Holland's reaction, fearing her rejection. "I know it sounds crazy considering we've only been together a little well, but... I just... I've never had someone like you in my life  and you understand me and you see through my mental walls and, well, you're special and I couldn't just lose you. Besides, even if you were dangerous, I figured that there'd bring a way to bring you back to normal and if not... Then I'd just deal with your s*** like you tend to deal with mine."

I had talked for a little longer than I usually would, and then there was a moment of silence besides the beeping machine - I swear I was gonna throw it out of the window in a minute. I guessed Holland was in shock, and I instantly took that as a bad thing, which caused me to speak up again. "Look, if you don't feel the same way, just tell me. I'd rather hear the truth than you lie just to make me happy." I was so tired of lies. My whole life had been built up on lies from those I trusted most, now I just wanted honesty even if it was painful.

Ross: To be quite clear, a road trip with Candi hasn't been what I expected. It's been much better, really. I love her, but we went through such an awful patch I wasn't sure if she wanted to repair things like I did. Now we were better than ever, and on our way to her fathers house. Hopefully he welcomed us better than my family, but nothing is really expected to be wonderful from the Newlin's. I was driving, of course, but I didn't mind. I actually wanted to teach Candi, but perhaps when we get settled someplace for real we can try that idea out. It wouldn't exactly be legal right now, both of us under the age of eighteen, but soon enough we could live someplace together and stop worrying about everything around us. "Well, we've been driving a while and I'd hate to get to your dads too late in the day to really do anything, so how about we stop? That way we can head first thing in the morning out there and spend the entire day rummaging through photos and getting to know your father, or catching up in your case."

How we had managed to execute this road trip successfully was beyond me. I was surprised we even got into a car and headed off, I had always been too afraid to leave things behind. We earned money with labor, actually doing a deed to society by playing live music. Or rather, she played and I tried to keep up with my inexperience. I loved watching Candi play, it was like watching her in a natural state of calm, she was at peace with a guitar in her hands. Not to mention her voice, so wonderful it nearly sent goosebumps across my skin. "We probably still have enough money for a good hotel and some dinner..."